fact or fiction

Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.

The Room With No Light
The Room With No Light In the corner, a chair that remembers all. Its fabric worn thin by prayer and time. Dust gathers softly on the edges of the air,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Monster Mash Dance
LMonster Mash Dance Under the moon so cold and bright, the graveyard wakes on Halloween night. From tombs and shadows they all dash,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Clock Beneath the River
The Clock Beneath the River There is a clock beneath the river. It ticks where no sound can live. I saw it once through broken water,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Lanterns in the Rain
Lanterns in the Rain We lit lanterns though the rain was cruel. You said the light would find its way, and I wanted to believe that.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
What Fire Leaves
When everything burned, I thought I’d lost myself. But ashes are still proof that something once lived here. And from that ruin,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Can You Become Fearless of the Dark?
Standing up on your own after heartbreak, walking through loneliness and becoming fearless of the dark—growth comes at a price.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
The Room Where Dreams Go Quiet
The Room Where Dreams Go Quiet There’s a room where dreams go quiet. You can hear the hush before they sleep. The floorboards creak like tired thoughts,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Lanterns Are Beacons Of Light
Lanterns are beacons of light, And they guide light through darkness; Symbols of resilience, Steadfast, unwavering light.
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
Longest Storms
Longest Storms Longest storms won’t last forever, but while they rage, they sound eternal. Rain claws at the windows, thunder argues with the sky,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Even Silence Has Wings
As I slowly opened my eyes, the world around me dissolved into a canvas of pale light, a blankness that seemed to stretch on forever. I blinked, and with each flutter of my lids, the void sharpened into shapes, like a watercolor painting taking form. A figure took hold at the periphery of my visional bird, silent and still, watching me with an unblinking gaze.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Rejecting God
. . . And we live And we breathe And yet We Claim We Can Not sing . . . . . .and we rise And we fall And yet We claim
By Pōlani Monderen about a year ago in Poets
The Man in the Red Sky
The Man in the Red Sky He stands alone against the burning clouds, The air is painted with forgotten prayers, The light behind him bleeds through silence,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets